Stripping for Daddy (3 page)

"Make me come, Daddy."  I
nibble the finger in my mouth. "Make me come and you can fuck me as hard
as you want. Treat me like your dirty whore."

That's it, that's what it takes to
make him ravenous. He slips his finger from my mouth, reaches between us and
finds my needy clit, strokes and plays with it until I'm one big ball of
pleasure.

My body shudders and shakes with his
touch, shivers race down my spine, circle the nub of nerves and then slither
away to fill my limbs. I'm moaning over and again, whimpering and groaning.
"Yesyesyes…"

"Come on my cock, bad girl."
He slaps my ass and I cry out.

I clench around his dick, tighten and
milk a groan from him.

I'm bouncing now, slamming up and down
along his length, tits jiggling. "Fuckmefuckmefuckme…"

But, then I can't breathe, can't move
and cant' do a damn thing but succumb to my orgasm as it just slams through me.
I'm coming around his cock, clenching and all my muscles are just spasming. 

It's like he knows what he's done,
knows that he's given me the ultimate pleasure because his arms are around me
now, holding me while he carries me to the padded bench seat along one wall and
lays me down.

His dick is still hard and filling me.

But, then he's pulling out and
slamming in, shoving my orgasm and making it last even longer. It seems to
intensify with every thrust, shivers and shudders of pleasure dancing along my
nerves, veins pumping bliss throughout my body and I can't keep quiet.

"Yes, fill me with you
cock."

"You're a dirty little slut,
aren't you? Daddy's fucking you. Only whores are strippers and you're loving
it, aren't you Holly?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes. Your slut, your
whore."

"Yeah." He growls, holds one
of my shoulders and uses it for leverage, keeping me still while he pummels me
with that fat cock.

"Take that dick."

"Gimmegimmegimme…"

"Yeah." The sound of skin
against skin mingles with the music, our wet flesh meeting quicker and quicker
as the tempo increases. "Fucking tight, hot cunt." He slams in hard,
jarring me and I cry out. "My virgin pussy."

"Yours."  And fuck it, I put
a hand between my legs, rub my clit, snag my arousal back and make it sing
again. 

"That's it. Come on my cock
again, baby girl. Come for your Daddy."

It's overwhelming, singing through me,
taking control and all I can do is feel.  Feel the cock in my pussy, the hand
on my clit, the fingers pinching my nipple. Cause, yeah, I need a tiny bit of
pain to go with all this unimaginable pleasure.  I can't breathe and all I am
is a big ball of ecstasy.

He shoving that fat cock in and out of
me, filling me so deep and I urge him on with every stroke. "More."

Jake growls. Takes long strokes,
harder and faster with every passing second.  His grip on my shoulder is tight,
mirrored by the hold on my hip. He pulls me toward him with every thrust,
making it as fierce as he can.

"My pussy. My cunt. Dirty
slut."

I rub my clit harder, push my orgasm
to the edge and I'm so close and then he's urging me on, demanding it all from
me as he fucks me deep.

"Come on my cock."

I do it, I can't
not
listen and
I come apart around him, scream his name and muscles just tensing with pure
pleasure that I can't escape. It's good and bad and my cunt is feeling so
fucking sweet right now that I can't do anything but feel.

He just keeps going, jackhammer
thrusts into my unused cunt, slamming home, balls slapping against my ass with
every thrust. I keep rubbing, touching and playing with my clit, cunt just
exploding and dancing around his dick, pleasure stealing my breath.

My mind is gone, bliss overtaking me
and I'm high as a kite with ecstasy, finger busy on my nerve-filled nub between
my legs, still circling, still drawing every ounce of this wonderful feeling
that I can.

Then…then Daddy is stiffening above
me, cords of his neck standing out and a look of pure ecstasy across his
features. I put that there, that bliss and pleasure and joy.  Me. My virgin
pussy.

Fuck. Yeah.

I ease my touch on my clit, slow until
I'm just resting against the flesh, feel my pulse slow and it seems that Daddy
is just recovering his breath as well.

"Oh, baby girl."

I remove my finger from my pussy,
reach up and stroke his sweat-soaked cheek.  He captures my finger between his
lips, sucks the digit and moans, eyes drift close for a moment.

"You're delicious,
sweetheart."

I giggle and he moans, my pussy
fluttering around his softening dick. I can feel his cum dripping from my hole,
sliding along my crack, over my asshole and to the seat below.

Jake pushes himself up, eases back and
slips his cock free of my pussy.  I hiss as he leaves me and he strokes me from
breast to hip. "Shh…Let me take care of you."

He rolls to his feet, tucks himself
back in and then disappears for a moment. He returns with a cool cloth, presses
it between my legs.  When he pulls it away, I see that it's tinted red with a
hint of blood mixed with cum.

Well, that's proof that it's done.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl. We shouldn't
have—"

I glare at him and sit up, steal the
rag from him, finish the wipe up and toss the towel back at him. "Yes, we
should have. Don't tell me you regret it now. Not when I've still got your cum
dripping from my cunt."

His expression turns dark and
thunderous before he spins me, his hand connects with my bare ass and the slap
echoes in the room.

"Hey!"

Then I face him again, the anger still
in place. "If you'll listen, I was going to say we shouldn't have done
this here." Jake palms my heated cheek, strokes the skin for a moment
before his fingertips slide along my ass crack. "Next time, we'll find
somewhere soft and I'll take your other cherry."

I writhe against him, the thought of
having him in my ass making my pussy ache. "Yes."

"For now, let's get you dressed
and back into the main room. You've got some paperwork to fill out if you're
going to be working here."

I perk up. "Really?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, really. 
Just, no more dances like this one. They don't get to touch you and they definitely
don't get to fuck you."

I slip a hand between us, palm his
cloth-covered dick, hoping it'll come back to life beneath my hand. "Just
you?"

"Just me."

Huh.  I kinda like the sound of that.

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Gia Blue writes smut because she’s been
cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and
ex-stripper (now that she’s traded her pole for a Mac), she’s embarked on an
important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly,
one-handed readers. She’d shake your hand, but it looks like you’re busy.

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